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A white rosebud, dropped on the back seat, marked the place where the

coffin had rested Mrs Nevill Tyson picked it up and crushed it in her

hand

"Yes I know you've had your little tiffs lately So out that all the oes on; I've such a head for poetry They

kissed--kissed--kissed Whoever was it now? Oh! It was poor dear Mrs

Browning They kissed again--with tears Ah! Are you cold, love?"

"No--no"

"I thought you shivered"

Fro drive, and fro to end of it Mrs Wilcox had never ceased talking At last they

reached hoain in the front of the house;

it was staring with all its s

Mrs Nevill Tyson lingered till she saw her mother half-way upstairs,

then she turned into the library The room was only used by Tyson; she

would be certain to be alone there

The silence sank into her brain like an anesthetic after torture She had

closed the door before she realized that she was not alone

So at the table in theHis head was

bent low over his hands, so that she could not see it well; but at the

first sight of his back and shoulders she thought it was Tyson

It was Stanistreet